Lost Time

“Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.”                     ~ Kahlil Gibran

The ocean is a healing place for me. It has always consoled and rejuvinated my spirits. When I first arrived in Oregon, one of my favorite places at the coast was a little colony of vintage cabins with fireplaces and coziness. I always tried to book my favorite bungalow and went there often to write, do art and do spiritual work – in essence to create a mini retreat. My parrot and little terrier mix dog, Chimera, always accompanied me.

This place became especially important during a difficult period in my life. I had so much to contemplate about the future and needed to sort out painful and confused feelings.

It was late October and I took off to the coast planning to stay for several days. With journals, knitting, sketch books and critters all packed, I enjoyed the beautiful Fall foliage and crisp air on the drive down. My demons were at bay temporarily.

Once I settled into the familiar cottage #4 and lit the smoky fireplace, I started to relax and absorb the ambiance. I fell deep into my writing, reflecting on my dreams and goals and what life might look like going it alone. I wrote long newsy letters to friends, recorded vociferous dreams and collected agates on the storm-worn beaches. At night I knit shawls for Christmas presents.

The walkway to the beach from the cabin was a magical experience. It was a tangle of vines that formed a tightly woven tunnel through which you descended and were deposited on the other side – right on the sand. I always imagined I was being transformed as I traveled through it.

The day before I left, it looked like some weather might be moving in, so I decided to take my dog for a last romp on the beach. It was about 1:00 and the days were short and the light was changing. We went through the covered archway and walked for a while on the shore – Chimera snapping at the waves as they rushed in. I found a large log that had washed up and sat down to rest with the dog beside me on her leash. I was mesmerized by the beautiful sky – the clouds were turning silver and dark gray and I found myself gazing at them in concert with the rhymic ocean and felt an amazing peace settle in.

I became aware that I was cold and noticed my dog had laid down beside me, still on her leash. I checked my watch and it was 4:30! It felt like no more than a few minutes had passed since I sat down; a surreal trick of consciousness to have lost that time which was confusing and a little scary.

After returning to the cabin, I recorded my experience as it was unlike anything else I had experienced. Within a month, doors opened and my life dramatically changed at every level. I was divorced, moved to another city, got a job and started life anew. And whatever transpired during that lost time, moved me to another place – aligned me with the universe in a way that turned my life in a totally different direction.

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And, I still have the agates I collected from that visit and a shawl I knit for my friend while there. She died about three years ago and her daughter found it among her mom’s things and sent it to me as I’d sewn my label onto it. They are reminders of another dimension in time.

MK

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